If I could write a song, I would, but it has never been my strength.
Under my skin..there is an itch - I can't reach to scratch it.
I find this strange.
I find myself strange.
It is friday #2, and that makes me smile. I want to dance under the moon, I want to sing songs that I don't know the words to, and I want to hide away, pretend I don't want to dance under the moon so very badly.
I can't hide.
Not today.
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